The trekking-menage sat down to dinner. Such succulent meats! What
were they? Before the white men lay crackly tidbits of wild tapir
(pig). The coppery Indian guides gorged on chunks of monkey carcasses,
on the crisped torsos of giant lizards.

That musicwhat was it? In the dank fastnesses of the jungle along the
banks of the Rio Parima, towards whose source the...